feehann

 She never felt the warmth of the sun Stream upon her pale white cheeks; Or the chill of a serene breeze Floating through the black night abyss. She has never seen that star filled sky In full glow or glorified in absence of color. She has only ever heard that Oh so sweet and promising voice Of her young mother whispering And moaning, “What did I do? Why me?” She has only ever felt walls surrounding her And horrible pain downing her, Thanks to her murderer.

it has been far too long since I've seen it; far, far too long since I knew what it was. but everytime he walks into the room I drown in it.

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